Monday, March 12, 2012

brave

All his life, Barnaby had
suffered from this horrible fear of birds. It was a kind of
instinct, some uncontrollable, deep horror passed on to him from his
ancestors. From some long forgotten, ancient time when birds were a threat to them. A terrible threat. To the point
that the fear of them became their nature. It went into their blood
to be inherited by their decendants all the way down to Barnaby.

It didn't help him that
everybody confirmed him there was nothing to be afraid of. Not that
he didn't know! But telling him so just made him feel even more like
a weirdo. He asked himself what was wrong with him, why he couldn’t
relax like the rest of the world.

What was it that made him
freak out with panic at the sight of a few feathers? This was not
normal. He was not normal, he began to think.

He had heard that there were
more people who are afraid of birds. There was a latin word for it,
it sounded very important and he forgot it on the spot. Barnaby
didn’t believe it anyway, he had never met one of these people.

He had also read that there
was a direct line from the dinosaurs to the birds and that it was
possible that there was still an achaic fear of these primeval
monsters that some people were able to feel to this day.

Barnaby was not afraid of
dinosaurs. He was afraid of birds.

One day he realized that he
had to make a choice. He could yield to his obscure anxiety and try
to avoid anything bird-related for the rest of his life, forever a
prisoner of whatever it was that haunted him. Or prove to himself
that there was nothing to be afraid of.

He decided to confront his
worst nightmare. This was the day when Barnaby became a hero.

Barnaby looks like he might have the upper hand, in spite of being scared! I can see why you make such fun comments on my drawings (I love the "pirates" following Sharkman)! You have a great imagination for stories :)